An acronym that means the movement of a dogs tail may not at first glance seem an attractive title, but being a WAG has transformed many an average lass into a superstar...

Some of the wives and girlfriends of our famed footy players were no more glamorous than you or I until they sported a rock on their left-hand digit bought for them as a token of love by a player of the nation…

Okay, so Nicole T won Page 3 Idol, say no more – surely her placement on reality TV shows WAG’s Boutique [they actually made a whole show about them! – I can’t even mention WAGs workout DVD, as I’m not sure it even hit the shelves, and two of the three WAGs have unrecognizable names], and Big Brother had something to do with her being engaged to a footballer – and the truth of the matter is, I don’t even know which player she nabbed – and to be quite frank it really doesn’t matter.

Just like it doesn’t matter that Elen Rives has to work for her own money, now that she, and Frank Lampard have split up. When I say ‘work’ I mean model, and appear on reality TV shows like Marco’s Kitchen Burnout – she seemed to be able to stand the heat of the kitchen and although she broke a sweat there were no worry lines to be seen... it makes one wonder who is actually footing the bill for that facial care.

The most interesting and rather comical moment was when she was introduced as ‘former wag’… former bleeping wag – that’s hilarious – I mean I know it was a 7-year relationship – but come on – a former wag! What a title to carry, it’s like a former alcoholic, you just don’t really want to shout it from the roof tops or broadcast it on national TV even.

None-WAGs get divorced or split up and deal with the consequence of being a single mum or simply a singleton– but it seems that being a WAG or even a former-WAG offers you certain privileges, including magazine spreads in Hello, and Okay; thousands of teenage wannabe WAGs making you feel famous; and the right to walk around in a Juicy Couture tracksuit teamed with a designer bag without getting arrested by the fashion authorities.

Some strut their stuff on a daily basis being acceptably chavvy, but a rare few have actually managed to push through the barriers and come out strong in the style stakes. Please do not get me wrong this is not a personal vendetta against WAGs! It is a race to the finish line… as I crown one of the three most worthy WAGs in their metaphoric style race to the end of the runway.

The three WAGS running for the title are the original not-so-posh but got yourself a gorgeous bloke Victoria Adams, now Beckham, up against the girl-next-door, just had her first baby with a man that has been even less honorable than Beckham but they are childhood sweethearts so it’s okay Coleen McCloughlin now Rooney, and just about fight-fight-fighting fit, but not for her love with bad boy Andy is Cheryl tweedy, then Cole, back to tweedy.

Whilst Chessa has won the second consecutive year as FHM’s sexy woman in the world – I’m not sure she has the stature of a woman but more of a small cindy doll – waiting to be dressed by her stylist that no doubt lingers by his/her jewel-encrusted mobile anticipating to be speed dialed by his dimple cheeked Geordy lass. I’ve seen some really dodgy fashion pics of miss Cole – and it seems that although she is undoubtedly a great clothes hanger with a pretty head – it is obvious that it is the world of fashion and critics that dictate to her as oppose to the otherway around. Sorry Ms tweedy, first for sexiness with the lads mags, but third for style in the wags race.

In second place is Colleen – now my reason for placing her above Cheryl is because she has really been true to the average lass – she has stuck to high street and made a jolly good living out of empathising with the public and being 'real' – she can model for a supermarket and she can turn a girl from the high street into a glamour puss. My full credit goes to Colleen for being a working mum with credible notches on her WAG CV.

So that leaves Miss Victoria Beckham to rein victorious in the Most Stylish WAG race. Victoria has put up with loads of stick from the press and the public and she has still maintained her digity throughout – this may be because she is dressed head-to-toe in Gucci, Prada, Armani and of all the other high end designer labels. Queen Vic is a mum of three – and surgery or no surgery looks great. In the flesh her much talked about breast enhancement actually suits her petite frame – it isn’t over done. Her face is friendly not scowly and she oozes love for her three boys [four including David], as well as style for herself. She doesn’t have the greaest singing voice and didn’t make it solo – but she really does know her fashion and has watched a zillion shows, modeled in a few and even designed her own clothing range. Hands down Victoria is the winner – so here is how to get her look at a snip of the price.

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Artist: Ara Eden http://www.portalpr.net/ara-eden-lee.html
Photographer: Marcello Pozzeti http://www.primadonna.org.uk
Model: Chelsea Clarke